No More Locked Doors นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He held me tightly against his chest, so tightly that I could feel his heart pounding hard and unevenly through his torn jacket. "Keep the gates closed!" Kasimir’s voice shattered the stillness, a jagged, terrifying roar that reverberated off the reinforced concrete walls of the Alpine Ridge subterranean garage. "Level-One lockdown! Total perimeter seal! If a single bird flies over this estate without a clearance code, shoot it out of the sky!" Heavy steel doors slammed shut somewhere above us with a loud bang. The force of it shook the floor beneath my feet. Then I heard the heavy locks slide into place, the sound echoing down the hallway.

Elky’s hand on my back was light, but it might as well have been an arrest warrant. At the end of the hall, there was a steel door the color of old gun barrels. It had a keypad, a deadbolt, and the kind of mechanical stubbornness that suggests it could survive the next ice age if the rats didn’t learn to type in the code. Elky punched it in without looking at the numbers. The lock snapped back like a dog that had just realized it was leashed to the wrong man.

Behind us, the plaza moaned—distant drones dragging themselves out of rubble, sirens wailing in a broken loop, the ever-present hum of the dying city. Beside me, my skin still tingled where Corvin’s hands had been. My ribs ached under the fresh bandage. His warmth felt like an echo in the narrow doorway we’d just left. The almost-kiss clung to the back of my mind, unhelpfully vivid. “Okay,” Jax said, drawing in a breath. “So. Talking doors. That’s new. Does anyone have the cheat code?” “There’s no code,” Grant said grimly. “They mean it. You don’t get in unless the Gate’s fed.”

I'd just unlocked the clamps on the ambulance, and now the main gate was locked, too? Trevor shouted toward the security booth, "What's going on with this complex? Open the gate right now! There's a patient in the ambulance who needs to be taken to the hospital right away!" Jake sauntered over from a distance. "Stop shouting. I'm the only one on duty today. I'm the one who locked the gate." I glared at him. "I already paid you. Why did you go and lock the gate now? This is an ambulance! An ambulance—do you even understand that? It's here to save a patient! Open the gate right now!"

I hear her words from the other side of the door, turning on music I set it to full, it does a great job of drowning out her words and any bangs from them trying to open the door. I sit back, my head back as I close my eyes. I know she will give up and leave soon. I don’t want this drama, it is almost like the same drama with Jessie. Only worse, because Jessie can’t break down my fucking doors. I feel my phone vibrate and look. Last chance Diesel, don’t sulk when your door is sawn in two. I glance up. “Shit!” I rush to the door and unlock everything. It isn’t a simple door, it is electronic, with fingerprints and everything.

"It won't stay that way. Dominic just gave the Feds a roadmap to our graves. Burn those ledgers. Now!" "Commercial deadbolt. Give me a minute." Gary slid the tension wrench in. His fingers were steady despite the chill. "You don't have a minute! My sister is playing Queen of the Hill while I’m waiting for a janitor to open a door." "Precision isn't a suggestion, Marco. It’s a requirement." Gary clicked the third pin. "Keep your hair on." "Don't tell me how to—" "I’m in." Gary pushed. The door gave with a hiss of stale air. He slipped inside, and the darkness swallowed him.

I just nodded and started to mop. As I mop the floor, my mind flies again. I want to talk to him. But can I? Aish! I slapped my forehead and then nodded. I just sang while mopping, but I didn't realize that I was already leaning against the door, and it was already closed. "Don't close the door because it will be automatically locked. It's hazardous. If that will be locked, we can't beg because no one has passed here much yet. After all, it's at the end of the hallway."

I heard her say before the door slammed closed. “Mel!” I slammed my palm flat on the metal door. “This is not funny!” I can’t believe that annoying woman locked me out. I twisted the knob and pressed my thumb on the smart lock but it rejected my prints. That’s strange. “So this is their plan.” Jake’s voice startled me, making me jump back. My hands shot up to my chest as I turned, feeling my heartbeat taking speed. He emerged from the dark, wearing the same annoyed look as I do. “W-what?” “They locked us here,” he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. Shit.

It means the wards sealing this room have been compromised. In a panic, some of my people rush towards the sealed door, others towards what is left of our cache of weapons. The door won’t open again until the Alpha gives the all clear. But that doesn’t stop some desperate souls from scratching around the lock with their claws in an attempt to cut through the reinforced steel. Their backs are to the portals, but mine is not. I hadn’t expected to keep my promise to Thorne this soon. But now that the time has come to stand up, I refuse to cower.

Her hands began to shake. She slowly entered the numbers. The keypad beeped once. Red. Wrong code. She frowned. Below, Nathan exhaled in relief. Then she noticed tiny worn marks beneath the numbers. Someone had scratched another sequence into the metal. She tried again. 0..8...1..9.. A long beep filled the crawlspace. The light turned green. Nathan's face went pale. "No..." A heavy click echoed from inside the door. The lock disengaged. The steel door slowly creaked open by itself.